The War Ends With You.
Killing for my religion, killing for the attention
Killing for my race and avoidance of apprehension
Killing for Martin King while he turns in his earthy suspension
I'd mention my dark methods of mass murder if you'll pardon my convictions
Mama what is murder?
She told me I'll know when I die white.
Mama what is murder?
She never answered me that night....
I could hear a voice in my head saying killing villains is justified
I ain't a killer if I end the complexion of light
excuse me, pale, like the moon on a summer night
lunar eclipsed his body his eyes opened wide
but its alright, because I'm justified.
It's true, I'm listening to those around him being vilified.
Never caught his name, maybe I should ask his wife
Maybe I should ask his wife why he was born white
Maybe I should ask God to forgive him for dying
Because if I'm so justified why the hell am I crying?
They started a war, I saw it in the media
I've lived shackled to a color and that's enough for death's criteria
I've seen my own kind painting the streets...red
I've seen my own kind looking back at me....dead
When they realize death is no longer uncertainty
wishing they could trade places with my moving feet
So revenge is sweeter than honey
I just pray I don't choke on something just as sweet
suffocating under a decision I believed they provoked.
Man down, I'm aiming for many more
Mama what is murder?
I think to myself as I view a his and her hearse
I hear a voice telling me its not murder if its what they deserve
So I carry on the legacy of a curse
We killing each other and debating which one is worse
I'm now playing god until my soul leaves this earth
A letter and some tears later a lady will face her son
when he realize his daddy not coming home
A father first, cop second, just defending our rights
His only mistake was being white when in my sight
His only mistake was going to work that night
His only mistake was being innocent while losing his life
The mother and wife starts fumbling the Prozac.
What is murder? The son asks wondering where his dad's at
She looks him in the eye as she flashbacks
and says its not murder if he's black.
I was inspired to write about the tough subject we all know to well. I was living in the area where many cops died due to a sniper. I am a black man. I believe in equal rights, and I think their is a legitimate problem in America regarding minorities and cops, however, I refuse to be stuck in a cycle of hatred that keeps us in the same place. This is real change. Revenge is selfish desire and begets a cycle of revenge.
Killing for my religion, killing for the attention
Killing for my race and avoidance of apprehension
Killing for Martin King while he turns in his earthy suspension
I'd mention my dark methods of mass murder if you'll pardon my convictions
Mama what is murder?
She told me I'll know when I die white.
Mama what is murder?
She never answered me that night....
I could hear a voice in my head saying killing villains is justified
I ain't a killer if I end the complexion of light
excuse me, pale, like the moon on a summer night
lunar eclipsed his body his eyes opened wide
but its alright, because I'm justified.
It's true, I'm listening to those around him being vilified.
Never caught his name, maybe I should ask his wife
Maybe I should ask his wife why he was born white
Maybe I should ask God to forgive him for dying
Because if I'm so justified why the hell am I crying?
They started a war, I saw it in the media
I've lived shackled to a color and that's enough for death's criteria
I've seen my own kind painting the streets...red
I've seen my own kind looking back at me....dead
When they realize death is no longer uncertainty
wishing they could trade places with my moving feet
So revenge is sweeter than honey
I just pray I don't choke on something just as sweet
suffocating under a decision I believed they provoked.
Man down, I'm aiming for many more
Mama what is murder?
I think to myself as I view a his and her hearse
I hear a voice telling me its not murder if its what they deserve
So I carry on the legacy of a curse
We killing each other and debating which one is worse
I'm now playing god until my soul leaves this earth
A letter and some tears later a lady will face her son
when he realize his daddy not coming home
A father first, cop second, just defending our rights
His only mistake was being white when in my sight
His only mistake was going to work that night
His only mistake was being innocent while losing his life
The mother and wife starts fumbling the Prozac.
What is murder? The son asks wondering where his dad's at
She looks him in the eye as she flashbacks
and says its not murder if he's black.
I was inspired to write about the tough subject we all know to well. I was living in the area where many cops died due to a sniper. I am a black man. I believe in equal rights, and I think their is a legitimate problem in America regarding minorities and cops, however, I refuse to be stuck in a cycle of hatred that keeps us in the same place. This is real change. Revenge is selfish desire and begets a cycle of revenge.
